GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 17:: Pleasureable pain

(Warning!! This is a smutty chapter! Don't like smut, skip it! Ill have bold warnings for you before and after the smut.)

~-No one's POV-~

  As Ludwig lay beside Feli, he gently stroked her cheek, keeping the auburn strands of hair out of her peaceful face. The personification of North Italy napped quietly, completely undisturbed. When she was a he, he used to snore, quite loudly. Now, all she let out was soft whispers.

  After half-an-hour, the girl yawned as she woke. "Ve~ Doitsu?" She mumbled tiredly, not opening her beautiful amber eyes. "What time is it?"

  "Almost nine o'clock." He answered, sitting up.

  "Ve~, almost bed time!~" Feli giggled, leaning on Germany. "Ti amo!~" When she didn't receive a response, she peered up at the German. "Ludwig?" She whispered,  leaning closer. Said man was biting his lower lip as his face was flushed red. "What's-a wrong?" She asked, placing a hand on his upper thigh. When he flinched at the contact, she glanced down. Italy blushed a deep scarlet color at what she saw.

  The German started to slid off the bed. "I'll go take care of it." He stated, but was tugged back onto the bed.

  "No no! I'll-a help!" The Italian insisted, wiggling onto his lap. The mans face darkened, but he didn't had time to protest when he was shoved back onto the bed.

(Smut starts here!!! Just a warning!)

  Feli crawled back, her cheeks a soft tint of rosy pink. After unbuttoning his jeans, she wondered for a moment why he didn't change like he usually did, then took the zipper in her teeth. Germany propped himself up with his forearms, watching her. "F-Feli... You don't..." He groaned.

  However, Italy didn't stop to even reply. She just closed her eyes and circled her lips around his head. Ludwig moaned, dropping his head back. Feli started slowly, dipping her head down to take in his member further. When she came back up, she flicked her tongue over his tip. After repeating this action several times, she sped up.

  Germany had to refrain from jerki g his hips up to force her to take more of him in. Since she could hardly fit most of him in her mouth, she massaged the base of his member where she couldn't reach. He let out a deep groan, feeling his guts twist in a tight knot. "Feli..." Said girl hummed, her mouth vibrating, causing the knot to tighten. "Ich got to... I'm..." He tried, but couldn't get much more out.

  Italy understood, and pumped him, keeping her mouth wrapped around him. When Ludwig came, his fluid hit the back of her throat. In slight surprise, she swallowed, then started coughing as she pulled back. "Italy?"

  "I-I'm-a OK!" She yelped when her coughing fit stopped. Before the German could respond, their mouths crashed together. Ludwig's hand trailed up her shirt before tearing the cloth off. He dipped his head, the kissed her neck. Feli's fingers tangled in golden-blonde locks, tugging as he started licking and nibbling. Feli moaned rather loudly when the man found a specific spot in the crook of her neck. Ludwig grinned at the find, and started sucking. When he pulled back, he couldn't help but feel proud at his mark.

  Germany trailed lower, leaving marks as he lowered down her chest. He flipped them both onto the bed so he laid on top of her after tearing off her bra. "Doitsu! No fair!" She shouted, tugging on his shirt. "Take yours off too!" She demanded, but her pout was too cute to disobey.

  Chuckling, Ludwig got up on his knees, then slid off his shirt. As he raised the black cloth over his head, he felt small dainty fingers trailing down his chest and offer his abdomen. He watched Feli with a soft smile before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

  Not to long later, all articles of clothing was discarded into the depths of the room. Feli's auburn hair was spread around her head as she panted, staring up at her lover. Ludwig's brow was furrowed as he also panted heavily, sweating profoundly, his heart pounding faster then he thought was ever possible. "Ich liebe dich, Feli." He whispered, weaving his fingers through hers as a form of comfort. Slowly he slid into her entrance, causing her to groan. Her other hand, that wasn't gripping his, clutched onto his shoulder.

  A nearly silent whine passed her lips when his own detached from hers. "Ready?" He asked, and she nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. Ludwig sucked in a deep breath, pulling out. Quickly, he thrust back into Feli causing her back to arch, her head to be thrown back, and to let a scream rip from her throat.

  "LUDWIG!" She cried, tears streaking down from the corners of her eyes, the liquid seeming to over flow. Italy clung to the man on top of her, nails digging into his back, whimpering as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. "It... It-a hurts..."

  Germany placed soft kisses on her head. "Do you vant to stop?" He whispered, his hair matted down on his forehead from sweat. Italy shook her head. "Tell me vhen you vant me to move." He told her, squeezing her hand in reassurance. The Italian nodded, steadily relaxing, the agony now just a dull throb.

  "Okay." She murmured, laying back, her eyes closed, but her features tense as she prepared herself.

  The German pressed a gentle kiss on her lips before thrusting again. Italy cried out, her nails clawing into his shoulder and up the back of his hand. He thrust again, this time forcing all of his length in. "Ah! L-Ludwig! Y-you're-a to-too big..." She whimpered, her eyes still shut tight. "Too deep..." Ludwig thrusted again, picking up his pace. Feli's cries and screams slowly died down to loud moans and whimpers as Ludwig grunted.

  The tight knot from earlier returned to Germany's gut as his thrusts were hard and fast. "Feli..." He trailed.

  Italy hastily nodded, her toes curled. "M-me too." She whispered. "It's-a okay." After few thrusts, both of them came, the fluids mixing inside the small Italian. She yelped, the grunted when the German collapsed on top of her.

(Smutt ends here!!!!!)

  Feli shakily ran her fingers through Ludwig's hair, only the sound of their panting filling the room. The man unsteadily propped himself back. He used one hand to caress her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Ich liebe dich, Feli." She smiled weakly.

  "Ti amo, Ludwig!" The German rolled off her, now laying on his back beside her. Feli rolled onto her side, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand snuck over the comforter that Ludwig pulled over them, then relinked their fingers together. "Ti amo tanto." She started kissing her shoulder and his neck, the kisses slow and soft. "This is-a supposed to-a be relaxing. So you-a can go to-a sleep faster." She explained, not stopping her actions.

  What she said seemed to be true, for at the contact, the German's eyelids started to droop closed before easily slipping into unconsciousness. "Bouenanotte." Was the last thing he heard before everything was blocked out.